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The men of Skinnersville didn't really have any interest in the new librarian when she arrived in the small midwestern town. However, when they realized that she had no particular interest in them rumors started to spread throughout the small, very conservative village. Something had to be done to protect their traditional morals. A committee was formed to eliminate this threat to their community. They would drive her out with a RAN TAN TAN, a traditional method of making community disapproval obvious to someone who offended local morals.

Several young men entered the library one evening, just before closing time. They stripped Margaret naked and dragged her out onto the steps of the library. She could hear the fire alarm going off and a ruckus from the direction of the fire house. A large mob, the entire population of the town, men, women and even children. This was the sight that greeted them mob when they arrived at the library. Margaret was shoved down the steps and set running down the Main Street with the mob at her heels.

She could hear the echoing chants.RAN TAN TAN, RAN TAN TAN, drive her out with a RAN TAN TAN.
When we get a maid who thinks she's a man, We drive her out with a RAN TAN TAN.
RAN TAN TAN, RAN TAN TAN, drive her out with a RAN TAN TAN.
A manish maid we can't abide. WIth a RAN TAN TAN we tan her hide.
RAN TAN TAN, RAN TAN TAN, drive her out with a RAN TAN TAN.
At the head of the mob she'll stumble along, and dance to the tune of the RAN TAN song.
RAN TAN TAN, RAN TAN TAN, drive her out with a RAN TAN TAN. She stumbled in a panic through the length of the village. The crowd prodded her with sharpened sticks to keep her moving and herd her in the desired direction. The procession came to a halt in a meadow outside the village. In the middle of the meadow was a large boulder. bonfires had been lit. They would provide light for the proceedings that were intended to last through the evening.

They stretched her out on her back on the stone and stretched her arms and legs, tying them to two stakes. Her back was arched and her belly stretched tight as the head of a drum
Over the stone we bend her back, on her belly go wickity whack
RAN TAN TAN, RAN TAN TAN, play on her belly the RAN TAN TAN. The mob formed a circle around the stone. On young man took the first turn. He spat on his hands and rubbed them over her belly. Then he smacked out the rhythm of the chant. The crowd chanted faster and faster and the rhythmic blows followed suit. Stretched tight over the rock Margaret was helpless. Her body held in place, all she could do was toss her head from side to side. The gleeful chanting of the entire village echoed in her ears. What started as a mild stinging slap, increased in intensity as blow after blow rained down on her helpless body. The area around her navel started to turn pink, then brighter pink and finally glowed red. She screamed in agony and tossed her head. The chanting of the crowd became ecstatic, almost orgasmic in its enthusiasm.

As the drummer's calloused hands began to get sore another volunteer stepped in to take his place. There was no such relief for Margaret's tortured belly. The target expanded from the area around her navel, up and down the front of her immobilized body. Down to the points of her bony hips, up to her heaving rib cage. Her voice was hoarse from screaming. The muscles of her abdomen cramping from her painful posture, stretched over the rock. Then the blows shifted even higher to work on her scrawny chest. This brought rapturous cheers from the crowd and renewed screams from the exhausted librarian.

The drummer shifted his blows up and down her writhing body. When even the sharp slaps on her nipples failed to elicit the reaction that the crowd craved, he would slip in a sharp slap to her nether lips. Between screams the exhausted woman gasped out pleas for mercy. These were greeted with curses. This is the righteous punishment for unnatural sin. An over and over the constant chanting of the mob.
RAN TAN TAN, RAN TAN TAN, play on her body the RAN TAN TAN.
This is the part we like the best, RAN TAN TAN on her scrawny chest.
RAN TAN TAN, RAN TAN TAN, tan her hide with the RAN TAN TAN.

Bloody handprints appeared on Margeret's belly and chest as the sun set and the sky darkened. Finally the exhausted librarian lost consciousness. Even a sharp blow to her swollen pussy failed to rouse her.
The crowd wandered home, leaving her bound to the rock, food for the swarms of mosquitos that had come out as night fell. "Mosquito bites on her mosquito bites they chuckled"
They would return in the morning for the final part of the old RAN TAN

That morning they returned. One local farmer driving his tractor. Margaret was lifted onto the front of the tractor and bound in place with barbed wire. The tractor headed out across the fields in the direction of the nearest neighboring village.
The RAN TAN TAN has just begun, Now our good neighbors can join the fun
With a RAN TAN TAN and a RAN TAN TAN, they'll send her along with a RAN TAN TAN.
Village to village we'll send her along, the hills will ring with the RAN TAN song.
With a RAN TAN TAN and a RAN TAN TAN, they'll send her along with a RAN TAN TAN. A so it would go, night after night, all the way to the county line, if she made it that far.
RAN TAN TAN, RAN TAN TAN, there's no escape from the RAN TAN TAN.